It's a big city, rather like Sternbild, but decrepit where the latter is polished and equally full of strangers. But while this place held its own mysteries, it had no answers for him, no opportunities to finally find the right person hidden away in a chance broadcast on television or getting gossip from a well-connected person. It had a strange Hero he both recognized and didn't, ten years removed, who'd said he had answers with such a stupidly pitying look on his face that'd made Barnaby run from whatever he might have to say, feeling sick.
He's literally running now - a habit, maybe a bad one, that he's had for a while - as if that might do anything or at least make him feel less claustrophobic and caged, when he collides with another person, stumbling backwards.
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It's a big city, rather like Sternbild, but decrepit where the latter is polished and equally full of strangers. But while this place held its own mysteries, it had no answers for him, no opportunities to finally find the right person hidden away in a chance broadcast on television or getting gossip from a well-connected person. It had a strange Hero he both recognized and didn't, ten years removed, who'd said he had answers with such a stupidly pitying look on his face that'd made Barnaby run from whatever he might have to say, feeling sick.
He's literally running now - a habit, maybe a bad one, that he's had for a while - as if that might do anything or at least make him feel less claustrophobic and caged, when he collides with another person, stumbling backwards.